Chapter 1062: Misty and Rainy Partition Bridge (6)

Retracting his gaze, Xu Qingxian put the tied scroll away, held one end of the easel with his knobby fingers, squinted at Ye Dusheng and said, "The rain is not heavy, you don't have to be like this." ”

Facing Xu Qingxian's gaze, Ye Dusheng shook his head with a smile and said, "Although the rain is not heavy, it is ......."

After a while, Ye Dusheng stretched out his hand, gently placed it on the scroll, lowered his thick eyelashes, and continued with the corners of his lips slightly raised: "It's a pity that these paintings are wet......

"Heh......" As if he had heard something funny, Xu Qingxian pulled his lips and sneered, and threw his afterglow along Ye Dusheng's finger to the picture scroll, laughing at himself: "I'm afraid it's only you who thinks it's a pity." ”

It turns out that he has been holding an umbrella here because of these paintings......

However, it was the first time I had heard it, and some people thought it was a pity that his paintings were wet.

"Really?" Ye Dusheng was slightly stunned, clenched the handle of the umbrella and withdrew his hand, raised his eyes and stared at Xu Qingxian, his peach blossom eyes flashed with unknown feelings, and said, "As the only one, I am honored." ”

Also, today's Xu Qingxian is not famous, his business is bleak and desolate, and no one appreciates his paintings at all.

"......" Hearing Ye Dusheng say this, Xu Qingxian's face still looked very flat, but when he repeated Ye Dusheng's words in his heart, his sharp eyes looked directly at the man in green shirt in front of him, but the corners of his lips pursed unconsciously.

What do you mean?

It's an honor to be the only one?

Was this man laughing at his failures?

But looking at him so kindly and gently, it didn't look like a mockery......

"But ......" Removing his gaze from Xu Qingxian's gaze, Ye Dusheng raised the umbrella a little higher, bent down and took the paper that had just been thrown away by Xu Qingxian from a pocket, then held the paper ball, and said to Xu Qingxian: "You hold the umbrella first." ”

Just now he saw Xu Qingxian tear up this painting.

Xu Qingxian is a perfectionist, suffering from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, when painting, if he is a little dissatisfied, he will tear it directly.

This painting is probably also a work that Xu Qingxian is not satisfied with......

"......" squinted his eyes and locked on the paper ball in Ye Dusheng's hand, Xu Qingxian did not listen to Ye Dusheng's words and took the umbrella, but directly took away the paper ball and said, "Don't look at it, this painting is ruined." ”

There is no need to look at the ruined paintings......

Ye Dusheng glanced at Xu Qingxian, and didn't grab it, but said: "One wrong step, not all of it is wrong, and the painting can be modified if it is destroyed." ”

A large part of the reason why Xu Qingxian is not famous is that he is too self-serving, does not accept other people's opinions, and only paints what he likes.

In addition, when he was painting, he suddenly ran out of inspiration, or he was not satisfied with the painting, no matter what the situation, he simply tore up and stopped painting, which caused his reputation to get worse and worse, and no one asked him to paint.

Xu Qingxian can persist in art, and he can also adhere to his own painting style, which is good.

But for a work, Xu Qingxian always likes to give up halfway, which has to be changed......

Ye Dusheng originally just said something kindly, but when he heard it, Xu Qingxian's ears changed, thinking that Ye Dusheng was training him, and suddenly thought of the guests who let him change his painting, and his face instantly turned cold.

Turning around and picking up the easel, Xu Qingxian didn't look at Ye Dusheng behind him, stepped into the rain, and said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you." ”

It is the people who paint, and he can paint whatever he wants, and what does it have to do with these people......

(End of chapter)